Johnny walker Dec 2018
So people on this site experiencing so many
tragedies who struggle
so much In
And to whom deserve
a much better life, my heart goes out to you all
So cruel life at times can
At times we cannot see beyond the tragedy blinded by the pain of loss almost anger at losing someone you dearly
Myself I felt robbed cheated of time I could have spent with Helen
Questioning why did she have to suffer so much
Why was I not allowed to shoulder that pain, I have
a much higher pain threshold than poor Helen did
I would go to be bed when
she was asleep and pray to *** to give me the pain, free my wife from the pain I'll take the pain for her, but sadly my prayers went unanswered fallen on
death ear's
Helen deserved so much better she had very low pain threshold which any pain to her felt unbearable I pray please give the pain I'll take the pain but my prayers went unanswered
Mary-Eliz May 2018
death comes

at times swiftly
like a high

through in
wanton disregard

other times

slowly like an

stealthy, lurking


by the flower that
is love


by the music that
is life


by the dance that
is spirit

as we pass our days
on this swirling

until our threshold's
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Mind full of constant thoughts
To every shadows, dreams, and forms

Smell of a distance distinct fume
River pass through, swiping into empty rooms
Flooding all hopes of livingkind,
Left, no time to construct a paper boat

Searching a space to keep feet off the ground
Run a race, without a finish line
Complex world we all live in,
Cursing the Nature, making fool of self

Get touch with reality, time and space
Let me tell, Let me hear,
Mirror always expect one to smile
Wonder, what dreams one will have tonight
Theme: Dedicated to natural calamity victims of everytime.
Lynette Warren Jan 2018
I used to believe that pain had
some kind of cosmic

could only go so far then strengthen me
making me

I've been branded with a much deeper, darker,
wider, weeping & gnashing of teeth
type of pain of which I thought was
reserved for an un-earthly

Now I know it can exist
long before death so far as I can
I'm still believing You Lord that we were always only passing thru
Kirsten Claire Jan 2018
At the threshold
   Between calamity
      And perfect harmony
         You and I walk
      On ropes too tight
   And heights too great
To make a mistake
I escape this cloud of destruction with a different aura--
one of ruby moods and sapphire disposition.

I shine into this new threshold with desperate hope
and a thirst for diamonds.

What will this new **** endure?

The fiery pits of fashion
or the comforting waves of idleness?

Whether the weather,
hot or icy
my weak determination lies in the false promise
of an improved destiny.
Zero Nine Nov 2017
Hope below the moonlight
Invested in nonsense
Believing if there's hope
Life won't need to end

Childhood, so sweet,
put holes in my teeth
Innocent nightmares
bear cruel realities
They grow there

Hope below the moonlight
Invested in nonsense
Believing if there's hope
Passion grows, endlessly
She was wrong

Fire gets the rain
Smiles wither
Teeth rot
Empathy opens
Invites love
Invites pain

Time expedites
The threshold dips lower & lower
The balance upsets
Love disappears
Pain envelopes

Now I can't feel
Why would I
not want that?
Äŧül Feb 2017
Beyond which no dreams knock
My eyes are that threshold
More than my talks
Only my symbolic silences were there
Since you came here
My world started moving
World of mine started moving

The place of *** was empty in my heart
Today I saw your face in that place
I came to you wandering like a cloud
I came and I showered as if you are a hill

You be the soul and I will be the body
Lifelong I will be your shadow
I then want to become a hermit
So I tell you, I want to be yours
You harness me, I am the power
You are the night, I am the moonlight

The place of *** was empty in my heart
Today I saw your face in that place
I came to you wandering like a cloud
I came and I showered as if you are a hill

We will pay the favour of stars
We had many incomplete desires
That still bind us to each other
The desire of a darling little one
In our little home, we will get settled
Let nobody's evil eye baffle us

The place of *** was empty in my heart
Today I saw your face in that place
I came to you wandering like a cloud
I came and I showered as if you are a hill
Translation of the Bollywood song,
"Sapna Jahaan"
My HP Poem #1425
©Atul Kaushal
Leal Knowone Jan 2017
The threshold of the unpassed
days of future past
dolled my own edge
living life in my head
I've worn more nooses than crowns
we've seen the empires fall down
dreams fall down to the ground
and we don't make a sound

love to see death on the TV screen
*** it seems so real to me
and life can be so obscene
better than life so real to me

The endless charades we play
The memories last
Living life on the edge
wondering will it last
I've worn more nooses than crowns
the walls come crumbling down
dreams fall down to the ground
And we can't make  sound
what a wonderful coincidence to discover that when I look up  
one of my two favorite words
it is linked to my other favorite word
but my life is laced with coincidence
my third favorite word
they happen daily
like itches

for instance,
today I did a wikipedia search for Ezra Pound
because my poetry student daughter fell in love with one of his pieces
I find that from 1945 to 1958
Mr Pound was incarcerated at St Elizabeth's Psychiatric Hospital in Washington D.C. after being found incompetent to stand trial
for treason against the United States
my father worked at St Elizabeth's hospital for 30 years
including the 12 that Mr. Pound was a patient
my father, who kept his poetry hidden in a little black book

I have a vision of him
young at the time
enamored with the 60 plus year-old poet
seeking him out and finding him
resting outside at one of the tables
enjoying the simplicity and intricacies of nature
and perhaps they have a chat about poetry...
my father having a chat with Ezra Pound
70 years before his granddaughter falls in love
with one of his poems
a poem already written and filed away somewhere in the memory of a once beloved poet

threshold: the magnitude or intensity that must be exceeded for a certain reaction, phenomenon, result or condition to occur or be manifested.
“nothing happens until the signal passes the threshold”
Many thanks to Jamadhi verse, who's poem 'Threshold' ispired this piece and to my daughter Jenna who discovered Ezra Pound
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